Fandom: DC's Legends of Tomorrow
Pairings/Characters: Sara Lance/Leonard Snart
Summary: 5 Times Sara and Leonard Got Interrupted and 1 Time They Didn't
Timeline: All aired episodes, starting with the Pilot.
Word Count: 1,660
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them (and some of their words) from Greg Berlanti, Marc Guggenheim, Andrew Kreisberg and Phil Klemmer.
Betas: Thank you to angelskuuipo and shanachie_quill for looking this over for me.
Start from the beginning on LJ or AO3.
It was late at night. Or what passed for night on a time traveling space ship.
In any case, everyone had gone to bed hours ago. Well, almost everyone.
Sara quietly knocked on Leonard's door, rubbing her bare arms against the chill of the hallway. She crossed her arms over her chest to hide her cold-hardened nipples.
Leonard opened the door wearing a navy blue robe over his pajamas. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" he drawled, leaning against the doorframe.
"I couldn't sleep," Sara said.
"You wanna come in?" Leonard offered, opening the door wider.
Sara shook her head, grinning impishly. "You wanna come out?"
Intrigued, Leonard accepted. "After you," he said, gesturing for her to lead the way.
"You weren't asleep, were you?" Sara asked as they walked slowly through the quiet halls.
"Not yet," Leonard acknowledged. "I don't sleep much."
"Me either," Sara admitted. "Too many nightmares."
"I've heard that physical exertion is a good way to get a dreamless sleep," Leonard commented.
"I believe I've heard that too," Sara said, smiling up at him as they reached the flight deck.
"So you brought me here and not the gym?" Leonard commented.
Sara stepped up to the Captain's chair and settled into it. She leaned back and stretched, arching her back.
"I wasn't looking for that kind of workout," Sara said, her voice husky.
Leonard looked around the open room. It was one thing to fuck in a common area that had doors, even if they did keep forgetting to lock them, but this was a bit too exposed for him.
"Why don't we go back to my room? Or yours," he suggested, still looking warily around the room.
"Aw, don't go all prudish on me now," Sara taunted. "There's no one else awake."
"How can you be so sure?" he pressed.
"Because I've been wandering the halls for over an hour and haven't seen anyone else."
"You didn't know I was awake until you knocked on my door," he pointed out. When Sara was going to protest again, he said, "Sorry, sweetheart, but if you want to have sex in that chair, then I suggest you go find its usual occupant and ask him."
Stuffing his hands in his robe's pockets, Leonard turned to go back to his room.
Sara hopped up and chased after him before he'd gone more than three steps, blocking his path.
"Okay, fine," she conceded. "You have boundaries. I can accept that."
Leonard lifted an eyebrow as if to point out that she hadn't been so accepting just two minutes ago.
She pulled one of his hands free and held it between hers as she met his eyes. "You know you're the only one I want to sleep with on this ship."
"I thought the point was that you were having trouble sleeping," he teased, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
Sara grabbed the lapel of his robe with her free hand. "You know what I mean."
Leonard pulled her hard against his body. "That I do," he said, bending down to kiss her.
Sara eagerly kissed him back, releasing his hand to wrap both of hers around his back, holding him close.
As Sara moved her kisses down his neck she asked, "If not here, then where?"
Leonard looked around, suddenly not wanting to have to go far, even if it meant being slightly more exposed than he preferred.
"There," he said, gesturing with his head towards Rip's study. The leather chairs were comfortable enough and at least it wasn't right out in the middle of the room.
Sara grinned and pulled him along as she led the way. At least she led until Leonard stepped around her and headed for a chair in the far corner. Sara pouted, but followed and remained silent, knowing he was waiting for her to object.
When they reached his destination, Leonard faced Sara again and she immediately opened the belt of his robe, pushing it off his shoulders. He caught it and spread it over the chair.
She started to reach for his t-shirt, but he gave a quick shake of his head and she immediately stopped, instead reaching for his pants. She paused, toying with the waistband and looked up at him. He smirked and nodded, so she pushed them down his legs to pool at his slippered feet.
"Why don't you get comfortable?" Sara suggested. Once he was sitting, she lifted her tank top over her head, dropping it behind her.
Leonard's eyes darkened appreciatively and he settled deeper into the chair, one hand absentmindedly stroking his half hard cock.
Sara pulled the condom she had tucked into the waistband of her yoga pants free before she shimmied out of them, hungrily watching Leonard pleasure himself. She stepped out of her clothing and between his splayed legs. With her hands on his knees, she lowered herself to hers.
She opened the condom and set it at the tip of his cock. Flipping her hair back over her shoulders, she bent to slide the condom on with her mouth.
"Yes," Leonard hissed as Sara's mouth engulfed him. His hands slid into her hair, holding it back so he could watch as she began to suck him in earnest.
Leonard became aware of increasingly louder footsteps echoing off the metal floor. He held his breath and hoped that whoever it was would be going to a different part of the ship. He knew when Sara heard the footsteps too, as she immediately stopped moving and met his eyes.
Slowly, she pulled back, letting him slip free. She mentally debated trying to hide, but there wasn't enough time to grab her clothes and find a hiding spot. She decided to give whoever it was a bit of a show. It's not like half their team hadn't seen them like this already.
Mind made up, Sara slid into Leonard's lap. His hands settled on her hips as he looked at her questioningly.
Sara pressed her lips to his as she grasped his cock and slid onto it. Her soft moan was caught by Leonard's mouth as his fingers dug into her hips. Sara wrapped her arms behind his head, pressing her breasts into his chest.
She had just begun to move her hips when Rip appeared from around the corner.
He didn't seem to see them at first, Leonard noted, watching out of the corner of his eye. Rip moved to his desk and turned on a lamp, intent on finding something. Upon finding it - his pocket watch - he looked up and yelped.
"What do you two think you're doing?" he demanded.
"What's it look like?" Leonard drawled as he and Sara both turned their heads to look at him. His hands slid up her back to block as much of her from Rip as he could.
"When Carter told me what he and Kendra had walked in on in the wardrobe room I was ready to dismiss it as a one-time thing, but this is unacceptable," Rip said. There was a bit of a whine to his voice as he added, "This is my study."
"Well, your study is in a common area," Sara pointed out, "and we're strengthening the team bond, so if you don't mind, we were here first."
"This conversation isn't over," Rip insisted, turning off the lamp as he turned to stomp out of the room.
"Looking forward to it," Sara called flippantly after him.
"Now where were we?" Leonard asked, rhetorically, his hands roaming over her back until finally settling on her hips again, encouraging her to move.
With Leonard's assistance, Sara found a fast pace, rocking against him for all she was worth. She leaned back, giving Leonard access to her breasts which had received no attention yet that night. He took the hint, especially when she pulled his head to her chest.
He chuckled against her skin, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. She clenched around him when he finally took a nipple into his mouth, moaning quietly.
She found herself dancing closer and closer to the edge with each passing moment. Sliding one hand from his head, down his arm and over her belly, Sara brushed one finger against her clit and shuddered.
Sensing she was close, Leonard switched breasts and bit down on her nipple, lightly.
"Ah! Fuck, Leonard," Sara hissed, her entire body tightening as her orgasm ran through her.
Leonard had to grit his teeth as she became impossibly tight around him and as soon as she began to relax he followed her over the edge.
"That was so worth getting caught again," Sara sighed, stretching her arms above her head. She dropped them on top of his shoulders, grinning.
"Maybe for you," Leonard said. "I don't relish getting a lecture from our captain about proper use of common areas."
"What's he gonna do, send us home?" Sara asked, lightly as she stood on weak legs and pulled on her pants. "He needs us."
"Maybe not both of us," Leonard pointed out, removing the condom and tossing it in the waste bin next to the desk before standing to pull his pants up.
Sara paused while pulling on her top. "You don't think he'd split us up?" Leonard raised an eyebrow and Sara flushed. "I meant the team. Not us. Not that there's an us to split up. We're just having fun, right?"
Leonard closed the distance between them and cupped Sara's cheek. "Call me old fashioned, but I think that three times makes us an us."
Sara's breath caught at the emotion swirling through his eyes. "Oh, thank goodness." She rose to her toes so that she could press a desperate kiss to his lips, which he eagerly returned.
Panting against his lips, she asked, "Want to celebrate our new relationship status back in my room?"
"Lead the way," Leonard said, draping his robe around her shoulders.